Coruscant was a place that had a lot of work for her, a lot of jobs to be had, people to rip off, but it was also a place with some of the best clubs. It had been a long day and she had turned in a smuggling job from Nar Shaddaa to Coruscant. Now she was here, and just like most scoundrels, she was celebrating her big pay out with a drink...or five. She was dressed just coming back from the job, and then after she had a few (too many) to drink, Tania walked out of the place.

She didn't have much money, but she knew that she was going to need to get a room for the night. She passed up several buildings, and the biggest one just so happened to read MONTAGUE CORPORATION in galactic basic. She stopped to admire just the biggest business building on the block, and she walked backwards as she gazed at it. I wonder what kind of corporation that place---OOF.

Tania had run into someone coming out of the building, and she tumbled down to the ground. "Oi, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to run into you." She said, but she had been on the ground, not moving. It might have been clear that she had a few too many to drink.

That's when someone had picked her up from her shirt and picked her up off of the ground. He was a rough and burly kind of man, dirty, scuzzy, and she remembered him from the bar. He spat some kinds of words of threats and quickly took her around to one of the alleys that was behind the building. Despite her groans and attempted screams and kicks, nothing was happening, he threw her around like a rag doll, and once they got to the alley, he tossed her back down to the ground. She had no idea what he wanted...well, ok she had a good idea of what he wanted, but she didn't have time to react. She pulled out her blaster but he had knocked it out of her hand.

She scrambled to her feet and then she pulled out a knife that was on the outside of her boot in a hidden holster, and she snapped around while the knife drove right into the man's gut. He stopped, and then he started to bleed. Tania was almost in shock, but then she pushed against his shoulder to push him back...and she watched him tumble to the ground, and started to bleed out.

She had blood on her hands, on her clothes, and she held the knife, and surprised at what she just did, she couldn't stop staring at the man she had just killed...now to make sure that no one was watching her, but she swore she heard footsteps behind her.

An intoxicating feeling had come over Lucian as he noticed the blood
with the closer her came. There was a fine line between defense and
predatory murder; what he watched was nothing more than a woman who drew
the shortest straw. Hair drew up upon the back of his neck as he
approached almost predatory like as though he were still deciding
whether to pounce or play.

However, there was a sticky problem. This incident happened near the family business. In public.

There was a biting scratching beast on the inside wanting to get out; it needed to get out. With a shallow indifference upon his face though had Lucian continued to approach. It would have been easier for this to be some misplaced incident he just happened to stumble upon. Something continue to draw him to the woman covered in blood - that same something that drew the beast to raw meat.

"Are you alright?" Lucian knew how absurd that sounded, but it seemed appropriate to give off an air of shocked and concerned citizen. No sudden moves also helped.

Tania's first instinct was to run. Not only had she been drinking, but she was covered in blood with the weapon that just killed the man that laid dead before them. She shook a little bit, but for some reason, she didn't move. She froze.

"I am now."

Was all that she could think to say. Tania's head turned to look at the man that had asked if she was alright to see if he had a weapon or something that she thought that she was safe for now. "He attacked me, I think he was trying to rape me. He took me and dragged me all the way back here." She put out her defense before him, even if he didn't ask her for it. Tips of her blonde hair were red with the man's blood, her clothes, her arms, her hands, and she looked stunned.

Some criminals seemed more like bottom feeders than others did. Lucian included rapists in their category. "Run, Lucian. Just... run." The inside voice seemed to have come from no where now despite it having been quiet for so long. He decided to ignore it. "It's going to be alright." Muscles tightened along his jawline as he stopped a foot from the blonde and the dead male. "The police will be here soon if anyone saw this." With the area the building was in meant it would be hard for the good citizens to ignore.

Instinct could be a dangerous thing especially when it included murdering someone to protect yourself. The Darkness chuckled and whispered to Lucian as he had taken a brief glance down to the body and the blood seeping into the cement. "Unless you want to go to jail the body needs to be moved."

Lucian inhaled deeply and looked around only to notice a maintenance door nearby resting peacefully in the protection of the shadows. "We can move it there." With a slightly tip of his head in that way, he bent down with one leg slightly stretched back and on the tip of the sole. Lucian owed this woman nothing, but he couldn't ignore that tickling feeling of protecting what was his and for now that meant any area that layed around the corporation. Last thing that was needed was the grounds swarming with law enforcement and the media.

Tania must have looked puzzled. He said that the police would be here, and unless she wanted to go to jail, they needed to move the body. She shook her head in response to that, of course she didn't want to go to jail, she had connections but that didn't mean she still wouldn't spent time in a cell for this, even if it was defense. He seemed to have a plan in motion..move the body into what looked like a some kind of janitorial off room.

She looked down at the body and back up to him. "You're really going to help me?" She asked him, a little more confused that a total stranger would help her basically hide a murder like this. It seemed like a rhetorical question, since he seemed to be mapping out the idea already, but it was the first thing that cam to her mind.

Tania let out a breath that she hadn't realized she had been holding, and she wiped the blood from the knife on her shirt - may as well - and she set it on the ground. "Okay..I'll get the arms, if you get the legs. We'll take him there."

She honestly figured he'd call someone to get her, maybe in private, but for now the focus was hiding the body."

Pulse of the darkness throbbed within Lucian though the inner hitchhiker
of destruction seemed amused by the turn of events. A serial killer
coming to the aid of some unknown, beautiful blonde.It was a strange and unsettling experience, helping someone cover up a murder and one that he had no hand in it having been committed. "Yes.", there is was in a husky near-whisper to her question. It came out as though Lucian had been in a daze seemingly caught in the reality of his consequences and the danger at what would happen if she learned who he was.

With the lurch of his body and a low grunt, Lucian had clutched the man's legs within the grasp of his arms. There was a discrete glance from her to the knife on the ground which had been wiped clean on her clothing. Eyebrows trenched while hoisting the legs a bit higher, "That will need to come with us after we move him." Whoever him was and there was no sense in allowing any evidence to lay around.

Pivoting his direction, Lucian led them over to the maintenance door. Reaching a hand from the legs as he tucked them beneath an armpit, he jiggled the handled and gave it a good twist. It opened with a slight creak to the darkened room. "Just lay him on the floor and get the knife."

She looked down at the knife when he said that it would need to go with them, of course it needed to go with them, she understood that....maybe she was so flustered and frazzled that she had no real thought process, at least a more rational one, anyway. Tania reached under his arms, and she held the arms as tightly as she could to carry him. It was a test of her strength since he was such a large man, but the test was passed, her training in Black Sun had proved it's worth right there and then...but apparently knowledge was a little out the window.

No matter, Tania watched as he opened the door, with that creak that she hoped didn't echo through any of the alleys, and then she sat the body down right inside. After that, she drew in a deep breath to reflect for a half a second on what had just happened. She looked up into his eyes, though it was mostly dark in the bunker, the light from the dull street lamps gave her a glimpse of his eyes. "Thank you." She whispered, and then Tania got out of the bunker, and she took the knife that she had dropped on the pavement, and replaced it back in her boot.

But then another realization came to her, and she shook her head slowly. "I can't go back to the tavern like this..it's where I rented a room, I can't go in there like this."

"You need to fix this situations, Lucian. She can become a threat if she learns too much." Oh and there it was. That sweet inner beast which decided to finally come to play. "No. Things will be alright." What a simple twist of fate and no matter how it was looked at the decision was that this was the best to preserve his sanctuary of work, of a life of normalcy. Lucian wasn't certain if that was ever achievable, but he was in the market to continue whatever guise was needed.

"There should be some uniforms in a back locker. You can change into one of those, but leave your other clothes behind." Naturally they would need to be destroyed along with any evidence. "You won't need to be worried about any of this once you leave." There would need to be quick work made and that was always an annoyance. Never did he, nor the traveling darkness, enjoy rushing through these moments. They savored them like wine connoisseurs did only the most vintage wine. As always as of late, things had to be complicated.

Tania looked into the bunker, where the lockers were, he seemed to know a lot, and he seemed willing to help her. Tania on the other had had no idea why all of this was going on. She was still in slight shock from killing that man, from being in shock that this man would help her so willingly. She stood straight up and looked into the bunker for a moment.

She had that question, before she moved. There was no way this guy was helping her because she was a pretty face with beautiful blonde hair, at least be able to help her so willingly. In a way she had to be weary that this guy was going so far to do so, maybe he would tell someone? Maybe he was trying to frame her? She really couldn't be too sure.

Maybe Lucian would never be the Human his father desired him to be, but this was a step toward not being the monster the inner beast wanted him to be. Perhaps, this was a moment to make his own rules and to move beyond what was wanted of him. Was there anyone alive that could handle the truth? His truth. Maybe, but he wasn't seeing a list of candidates piling up and maybe this was that moment.

"It's complicated." Lucien replied almost stupidly as it wasn't exactly sure how to explain why he was helping her. Not at least in a way that she would understand or make sense of it. "I can either help you or not. If you want to spend time in prison and effectively have the corporation finding some way to come after you, I can walk away." There was a deadness to his eyes as if there was no other level of seriousness until now.

He said that it was complicated, and she stood there and nodded. A small roll of her eyes, but it wasn't because of what he said, but of the situation. She was growing worried and nervous, and sometimes sarcasm in her head was the best way to handle things like this. "All of this ##$# is complicated." Tania spoke more to herself, and then he said about getting a move on."Right. I'll get on it." She told him, and then she walked into that bunker, trying to find something that she could wear, and soon enough she found a set of uniforms that she eyed up. She quickly changed, hurriedly to get out of the situation. The clothes, he told her to leave behind, but she wondered if that would be such a good idea. She emptied the pockets, to make sure no traces of her identity were there, and then she took the knife out of her boot.

Soon, she came out, and then she shoved her datapad and commlink in the pockets of her new uniform. "Alright, let's get a move on then."

"I meant what I said. You don't need to worry." Lucian knew that his words held no weight to someone who was a stranger to him as much as he was to them.Though there had to be some level of trust; she didn't run from him and his offer.

Weary and confused over his decision still to help this woman, Lucian removed a pair of latex gloves from his pocket - the kind that didn't leave behind powdery residue. Hands grabbed unto the roll of sheeting that was on a spindle; obvious leftovers form a construction project completed which meant that no one would miss anything taken. Left alone as she went to change, Lucian begun stringing up the plastic sheets like there had been some festive decorations of a beloved holiday. The final scraps of duct tape had been just enough to hold the pieces together.

It was almost too perfect that the maintenance closet has what he needed and it was nearly ironic. The only things missing had been his tools, but maybe it was for the best they had not been in his company. When she returned he looked up at her while he was knelt near the body. There didn't seem to be anything to dissect him with which provided much annoyance within Lucian. "I need you to look for cleaner. Preferably anything acidic or bleach."

"Cleaner." She said and then she looked around the bunker. "Of course, you need cleaner." She really wasn't being smart to him, she was really just very frustrated with the situation, that this even happened in the first place. The girl's voice didn't carry much at all, in fact, she tried to whisper more than not. He seemed...deep in thought. He knew just what he was doing, enough to the point where Tania felt that she could let him handle it. She would be the sidekick in this little episode, so to speak.

So, her hands went around to find some cleaner. Some window cleaner, all purpose, degreaser, but finally her hands landed on a jug that seemed to have a disinfectant in it. She finally saw below that one that there was bleach right there, and she pulled it up from the shelf, and gave it to him. "Bleach. Perfect."

There would be no screams or tears to accompany begging for life; no growls of defiance. Lucian almost felt robbed of an opportunity to have someone beneath his knife that deserved it. That is where another problem laid - who was this man, did he deserve it. If he didn't then it mean the blonde in the room with him did deserve his brand of justice. That was something he could not afford to spend thoughts on now.

First things first...

Neatly wrapped like a birthday present had been the unknown man and within the package the blood had been caught and prevent from making more of a mess. Feel the queasy prickling of eyes upon him, Lucian had turned his head over shoulder as he took the bleach. "Thanks."

Hoisting up, he reached for some of the industrial paper towels which had been waving out from their box. Muscles along the center of his back along his shoulders tensed as he turned around and looked dead upon the blonde. A reasonable being would have not engaged in this madness and allowed fate to swing her gavel as she desired.

With the twist of his thumb, the cap spun off and landed unto the bench. Lucian looked upon the clear liquid with its putrid smell through slanted eyes before meticulously raining it down over the splotches of blood. "This should take care of the blood evidence. After it's wiped up then comes cleaning up... him." Which also included her clothes.

She watched him work, and it seemed like she was watching someone who was in this kind of profession. Kind of like watching a sharpshooter pull a trigger, or watching a butcher chop meat, watching a mechanic work on a ship. It was all like he did something with such precision, so intricate to the point that it was flawless. She then wondered what kind of work he really did for a living, if he was so good at doing something like that. He took the bleach from her hand and thanked her, but instead of saying anything in return, she just..watched. He looked at her, their eyes met for a moment, curious eyes on her part, and then he went on to say that it would take care of the blood evidence.

"You're very knowledgeable with this kind of stuff." She told him honestly, standing back so that she wouldn't get blood or bleach on her clothes..she had to look like she wasn't involved with any of this.

"I can usually take care of myself, and I wasn't...thinking. I just acted." Tania took in a deep breath as she looked over him again. "Can I do anything to help?"

"She's noticed now. You can't just ignore this." That always constant voice again. A forever reminded that normalcy was just a fleeting dream. "I'm not ignoring it." Always had Lucian be careful to never get caught and when someone had discovered his secret that was the end of their lives. Not even his dearly devoted sister, Kori, had known of his double life.

Deciding quickly that he wouldn't acknowledge what she said about him being knowledgeable about these things, he closed the jug of bleach and set it next to his heel. "We will need trash bags and a duffel bag of some kind if there's one." It would be difficult to get the man out of the maintenance room wholly and disposal would have been such an inconvenience for him.

Taken to a knee with utmost care to not get anything on his clothes and nothing from his clothes into the swirling mess, a hand reached out and began to sop up the puddles. "Also, something that's going to cut through bone."

He told her the things that he would need, and right away she went searching through the lockers, through any of the durasteel drawers until she found a box that held large trash bags. She pulled out a roll of them and then she looked around for some kind of duffel bag.

She handed him the trash bags, and with no other words, she began to search again. She didn't find an empty bag, but one that held smaller cleaning supplies like rags, brushes, and small things like that. After she emptied the contents out in a nearby empty box, she handed him the bag, as well. "Those two, I can find..something to cut through bone..." She began to trail off, but not much more came from her. "I'll need to find some kind of tool kit or something, if there is a maintenance locker."

That's when she realized what exactly he was going to do, and while she searched through the lockers, she had paused just suddenly. Was he really going to chop this guy up? Tania looked over to him, but she didn't say anything....not for now.

Instead, she looked for some kind of tool kit. She eventually pulled out a chest and handed it over to him. "This is all I found, so I hope there's something in there that can help you."

Such a disappointment had those bags been in their defiance of being what he was accustomed to using. With the strike of his arms outward, a bag drew open and dropped to the ground in crinkling sound. A distant gaze had become mesmerized by the swirling pools of crimson sprinkled with white foam. It reminded him of food - of a strawberry shortcake topping.

Lucian realized that he was growing hungry.

Squeegeeing up the final traces of the mess, sopping paper towels rested at the bottom of the bag. Lucian had taken the duffel bag and placed it aside with a repugnant glare. If there was no way to dissect the body enough then finding another means to transport the body out would be needed. There was nothing said to the blonde as she turned back to searching, but he watched her as if he were openly vetting her.

Taking the tool kit, there was an audible exhale. "I hope so too." Rummaging the contents, there wasn't much that could be worked with in the amount of time they had. It would have to suffice and settling seemed to leave Lucian disgruntled more over the situation.

Fingers choked around the handle of a utility knife though his eyes remained on a miniature pair of bolt cutters as well as a metal straightedge. Lucian would have to cut what appendages he could. Even if he only had a saw blade it would be better than nothing. "You may not want to watch this." The scene was going to be horrific as a prelude to whatever nightmares cringed from.

Tania waited for a moment as he rummaged around through everything. She took a moment to just look at him, and she made a note that if this was a different situation, if she had met this man at a bar, or on the street, or..really, anywhere else, she wouldn't mind in dating him. He was handsome, he seemed like he worked out, but what he was doing now overshadowed all of that. But still, his help didn't go unnoticed in any way. Whatever he was doing was helping her, and she wouldn't forget that.

He finally found the tool, and she sunk her head down a little bit. He told her that she may not want to watch this, knowing exactly what he was going to do. With a small frown, she took a few steps back, and then Tania closed her eyes, almost like she was taking in her surroundings, gathering her bearings, trying to relax her mind for what was to come.

"I want to be here in case you need anything." She remained standing there unless there was something that he wanted her to do...but for now she wasn't averting her eyes or moving.

"There really isn't another way." Muscles tensed along Lucian's shoulders as he watched the blonde's actions.

Though
what person could possibly dislike him... aside from the fact he was a
serial killer that opted to dissect his victims. They were all bad people
though and surely that was brownie points for him. She probably thought
of him like a monster - he was a monster - and that thought for
whatever reason almost unnerved him.

There really wasn't any
other logic that could be acceptable and certainly not when it concerned
any human behaviour in situations such as these. Even he knew there had
been circumstances where one could not always do what one thinks they
have to do. It made him long for that moment now -- put down the utility
knife, shove the man into the bags somehow, and take him out. It all
revealed a undeniable cruelty that really made one wonder if the
universe was such a good idea after all.

Lucian noticed her eyes
closed and usually in these scenarios he forced the person to look at
what they had done. They had to. For him; for the Pale Rider inside.
This was not than scenario as she was defending herself from the
assailant. Though he had women brought beneath his own brand of justice
something whispered to him that he wouldn't be so ritualized with her.

His cool hand now uneasy while he realized he was still watching her.

Typically, Lucian had been a very neat monster. This was anything other than neat. With frigid indifference, his index finger splayed firmly down the back of the utility blade as it aimed just below the knee. Steel connected to the space of flesh that peek through the wrapping; previously before neatly packaging the man, he had removed the clothing. Lucian did it as a courtesy when the blonde was busy on a task he sent her on. No one needed to see something like that.

Flesh began to tear and blood sprayed down into the sheeting beneath the body. Sometimes the crimson waves soothed the beast within, made it feel even whole. Now, it just put it on edge with the woman standing nearby. When the bone had been reached, the mini bolt cutters had come into action to clear the way. Lucian moved through the body until it was separated into sections: feet, hands, legs cut into two sections which was blow the knee and at the thigh, head was severed, arms cut into halves, hands. There they were in neat piles and ready to be put into the bags.

There was a different between Tania and other girls. It was that she had fallen for a psychopath herself, someone that tugged at her heartstrings and left for someone else. Not that they were together, they weren't. She knew about the things that he had done, perhaps not as much or as often as he had admitted, but maybe it was that something that attracted her to somewhat of those kinds of people. It was a danger, something that she found herself turned on by in a way.

But as he worked, the sound of the flesh, the splash of the blood, and something about the bone scratching against the bolt cutters, it would be sickening to some, and while she didn't take a certain pleasure in such actions, it still didn't seem to bother her...at all. Some may find that odd, but she found it tolerable. Tania had found herself killing if she was threatening, or if her loved ones were threatened..it was like a motherly predatory instinct that she didn't deny that she had.

He had his audience, she stood there and just watched, and if he needed her help with anything, then she would be there. Wondering just how he felt about this, Tania stayed quiet for the most part, and when it came time, she took in a deep breath, as silence of actual words seemed lost on them for now. "I can help you put the parts into the bags." She offered, and then shook her head as she was assuring him. "I won't get any blood on my outfit."